Chapter 1361 - 442: Let Me Show You What Dimensional Reduction Strike Means_2

Chapter 1361: Chapter 442: Let Me Show You What Dimensional Reduction Strike Means_2

Wildman gazed at the endless dark clouds in the distance.

"We’re out of time; escort squadron, it’s your moment now. Take off as planned."

Thunderstorm weather provided the best cover for them at this moment, and the players had no time to delay.

The airport, still in shambles from missile strikes, wasn’t fully repaired, but several fighter jets were already on the runway.

The advantage of vector engines was apparent at this moment—the runway requirement was so low that if it could park, it could fly.

"Roger that!"

The giant in the fighter cockpit watched a few pea-sized raindrops splinter into pieces on the cockpit glass.

"Wow... this rain is intense, crazier than any storm I’ve seen in Hangzhou and the Magic City over the years."

Voices of other pilots came through the channel.

"Man, this is Cuba; the tropical rainforest climate means the rainfall here is way heavier than back home."

"Bro, I feel ready to apply to the Air Force academy."

"Haha, you’d probably fail the academic exams."

The impact of game skills on reality isn’t negligible; many habitual reflexes and subconscious elements can carry over.

Family Joy’s voice chimed in on the channel.

"Heh, if you’ve got the idea, then just sign up; you can learn the theory later."

"Ha ha."

The remaining four fighter jets underwent individual modifications by the tech department: they were coated with the latest anti-radar paint, equipped with gallium oxide radar and newly developed locally-made missiles—Harrington—and renamed as Dawn.

Alongside them, other electronic warfare drones would assist in combat with tasks like early warning and jamming.

The giant stopped the chatting in the channel.

"Enough talk, let’s get to the real deal."

He tapped into the HUD system, with radar, aiming, and other green interface displays flashing across his field of view, then shrinking to a sidebar.

Gripped the control stick, ignited the engine.

"Brothers, ready for takeoff, let’s show these Europeans what we’re made of."

With a strong push forward, the engine nozzles adjusted parallel to the rear, and the faint blue tail flame from Chun Er instantly vaporized the surrounding rainwater.

A powerful overload inertia pressed the giant firmly into his seat.

The fighter jet surged skyward with a swoosh.

Watching the giant, who was the first to strike, leaving streaked traces in the rain, an aircraft maintenance player standing by the runway marveled.

"Man, if I could pilot a sixth-generation aircraft just once, even in the game, it’d be worth dying for."

A nearby player hearing this teased.

"Then you should nudge the development team to see if they’ve got old buddies at the aviation division in Zero City—maybe pinch the blueprints for you."

"You fifty-kilo dimwit!"

"Haha."

Swoosh—

Another fighter jet took off.

The once noisy chatter in the channel ceased entirely, everyone was now in combat mode.

"Dawn squadron, all units deployed."

"Our early warning aircraft and standby forces are ready."

"03, 04 upwards, 02 follow me down."

"Roger, 03 ascending to altitude 60."

"02, stay alert—early warning aircraft are probing for electromagnetic signals. Prepare for data link relay."

"01 understood."

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"Army advancement halted, facing strong enemy resistance near Matanzas Bay."

"Alexander’s squad encountered enemy in region E5, all Soviet special forces have lost contact, virus signal cut off."

"Thunderstorm weather obscures satellite view, temporary data provision unavailable."

"Enemy transport aircraft has ascended, electromagnetic wave source remains unknown, all air force units to heighten vigilance."

Even in the command room of the Admiral Scheer at this moment, it was unusually busy—reports from the air force and army streamed from communicators, and advisors sorted out the valuable intel for Morrison.

The situation looked grim; even with fresh reinforcements arriving, the army barely curbed the decline but couldn’t achieve air superiority, halting further advances.

Special operations teams penetrating alone were caught and eliminated one by one; Horizon Corporation’s army was extraordinarily powerful.

"How rested are the air force units from various countries? How many can be deployed?"

"Currently, all ships maintain combat readiness with 211 aircraft, fully rested and ready for action."

Full rest sounded official, but really it meant dosing pilots with meds for full throttle deployment.

"But our early warning aircraft radar can’t counter-detect that mysterious radar site."

"What about satellites?"

"Thunderstorm disruptions are severe, making it impossible to survey this sea area."

Morrison inwardly cursed the inconvenient timing of the weather; Europe doesn’t have a six-month rainy season or such heavy rainfall.

Yet, if his ride deactivates stealth modules to use high-power phased array radar for scanning, he could be exposed.

If it were before, he might not have cared, but now the opponent held a nuclear warhead originally belonging to the Valmy—the weapon’s power exceeded the field shield’s defensive limits; even the main battleship wouldn’t survive a direct hit.

Nuclear weapons’ power peaks on a launch mount.

Morrison didn’t want to gamble on this, so he said:

"Notify Italy’s Bora to advance and activate radar scans to pinpoint enemy positions."

"Understood."

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On the somber sea surface stirred by torrential rains, dense downpours vanished bizarrely through an invisible curtain, only for unnatural droplets to fall into the water below.

Buzz—

After a bout of optical distortion, an armed frigate three hundred meters long revealed its true form, attempting to activate radar for scanning.

But the instant it appeared, its information was exposed.